Chapter One

Sugarcube Corner, or as I like to call it, ‘ground zero for diabetes’, smelled particularly sweet that day. Cupcakes were baking, customers were mingling, and the cry of two baby foals dotted the background. As I got closer to the kitchen, I began to feel as if the room got ten degrees hotter. I mean, it’s not like it wasn’t a surprisingly hot fall day already, but for some reason, it was just really freaking hot. I shrugged it off and continued my mission.

At the front counter stood a tall, yellow stallion with an orange, yellow hat and tie. He smiled at me as I halted in front of him. “Hi!” he said. “Welcome to Sugarcube Corner, may I take your-” He stopped. His nose twitched and his eyes went wide as he looked at me. He was definitely... off for a moment, but he quickly returned to his friendly expression. I just shrugged it off.

“May I-I take your order?” He asked, audibly gulping. I furrowed my brow as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his head. He kept on with that incredibly creepy smile, though.

“Yeah, umm, can I talk to Pinkie Pie? Is she around?”

He smiled brightly. “Of course! She’s right through there, in the kitchen.” He pointed a hoof at the door behind him. “Go right ahead in, and if you need anything, and I mean anything, don’t hesitate to ask me.” I smiled and nodded before embarking towards the kitchen, but a yellow hoof halted my progress.

“Anything...” he repeated, getting a little bit too close for comfort. He smelled like a strange mix of cake batter mixed with sweat. It took all of my concentration just not to gag. Also, it seemed as though I wasn’t the only one thinking about their sense of smell. Mr. Cake’s nostrils were flaring and his face was turning a light shade of red.

And that’s when I decided to get out of there before things got any weirder than they already had been. As I carefully made my way around him and into the kitchen, I heard another voice on the other side of the door I had just left through. It was feminine, and strangely familiar.

“What in the hay was that?” the voice shouted. “Were you... were you smelling her?”

“What? No, honey! Absolutely not! I was just making sure she knew where she was going,” he said, his voice becoming more frantic as he spoke.

The mare was obviously not buying it. “Showing her the way, my flank! There’s only three rooms on this whole floor! How could anypony get lost? Admit it! You were flirting!” she accused.

“I-I...” The voices stopped, but I could hear one last sound which didn’t surprise me one bit. I could be wrong, but it sounded like the sound of a stallion not getting any for at least a week. I chuckled a bit at my fellow stallion’s misfortune, but continued into the back where I could hear the sound of a whisk frantically beating the side of a metal bowl.

Finally, as I had expected, a pink mare with a frizzy pink mess of a mane came into view. She was busy whipping up a fresh batch of cupcakes, judging by the pans she was using. I breathed a sigh of relief to see her pretty much exactly the same as the last time I was here. Belly, and all.

I took a few steps closer, and she finally noticed my presence in the kitchen. Pinkie turned her head and beamed the brightest smile I had ever seen.

“Hi! What are you doing back here? Oh wait, where are my manners? I meant, what are you doing here, Miss...?”

I felt a little sad that she didn't recognize me, but then again, I probably looked completely different than I did before. I shook off the thought and opened my mouth to answer her.

“Pinkie... it’s me.” Her bright smile turned into a look of confusion as she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. Her eyes rolled up and down as Pinkie tried to connect the dots in front of her.

She squinted her eyes. “Wait... I know you!” Her face brightened up again.

“Yeah?” I asked, a little bit curious as to how she recognized me. Well, actually, I was still the same colors, just a whole lot smaller.

“Of course! How could I forget Rainbow Dash’s marefriend? You came in with her the other day to have dinner!”

Oh, Pinkie... I shook my head. You were so close too. “No, Pinkie. I’m not... Rainbow Dash’s marefriend.” It felt very strange saying that out loud. “It’s me... Brian.”

Pinkie took a step closer to me, opening one of her eyes as wide as she could while surveying my body. She snorted in derision. “You... no, it can’t be. Quit lying.” She shook her head in disbelief and went back to beating the batter in her bowl.

I moved in close to her. “No, Pinkie. It’s me. I’m back.” She looked up from what she was doing, “Pinkie, come on, you know it’s me... can’t you remember?”

Pinkie slowly put the bowl on the counter and turned back to face me, a concentrated look taking the place of a face that usually never stopped smiling. I sat still as she inspected my smaller mare body, walking slowly around me until she came to a stop behind me. For what seemed like the twentieth time that day, I swear I heard the sound of someone breathing in through their nose pretty heavily. More like a sniff, actually..

How bad could I possibly smell? I took a shower before I went to bed last night. My thought was interrupted, however, when Pinkie tackled me from behind, sending us both sprawling across the floor. We rolled a bit until finally, I was laying on top and she on bottom. She was giggling as we looked into each other’s eyes. And despite the fact that I was caught a bit off guard, I was giggling too.

“Brian! This is so super special awesome! I can’t believe you’re finally back! I-I... I thought you left me...” As she prattled on, her voice slowed as she remembered the instance of my sudden absence. I knew it must have been difficult for her to handle considering how she reacted in the show to her friends ignoring her for a single day.

I kissed her gently on the lips. “Pinkie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you; I didn’t have a choice in whether to stay or go...” She looked up at me with her longing blue eyes, obviously desperate to believe me, but her brain was obviously preventing her from being so quick to forgive.

“Are... are you telling the truth? Did you really not have a choice?” I could feel her heart beating faster as she waited for my reply.

I smiled. “Of course I’m telling the truth, Pinkie. I would never lie to you. The morning after our night together, I went back to Trixie to tell her that I’d be staying in Ponyville. She sent me home before I could stop it from happening.”

Pinkie’s face relaxed and smiled as I could see a deep feeling of relief pass through her. “Okay then, I forgive you.” Another wave of relief passed through, but this time, it was with me.

Wow, that was... much easier than I thought it would be.

“But! If you ever leave without at least giving me akiss goodbye, I’ll never make you cupcakes again, buster!”

I chuckled at her childish way of thinking. Out of all the things that I loved about her, it was her personality that took the cake. It’s not like I’m into children, because that’s just weird. I’m talking about her strange sense of innocence that seemed to follow her around wherever she went.

It wasn’t long before we were locked in a deep kiss. I’m not sure who was the one who initiated it, but at that point, I couldn’t care less. Let me tell you that I am not the type of pony that’s going to question his good fortune. Hell, I was lucky enough to have her forgive me, let alone kiss me.

I let myself fall into her passionate embrace, our tongues dancing around, sliding against each other’s slick, juicy surfaces. Occasionally, her equine tongue would delve incredibly deep into my mouth, almost hitting the back of my throat. I remember that happening the last time I was in Ponyville, but to be honest, I always hated the feeling. It felt wrong before... but now, oh my god, it felt so right.

I returned the favor and threw my tongue as far back into her muzzle as I could. It seemed to be giving her pleasure as well. Her low hums vibrated my mouth giving me pleasure as I hit her with my own erotic groaning.

I figured that I had felt horny all day starting with waking up at the library, but laying on top of my marefriend made me realize just how horny I was. It was unbearable, and it felt like somepony was lighting my groin on fire. It burned and itched, and based purely off of instinct, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I reared up, smirking at Pinkie and preparing to thrust. With all the forward momentum I could create, I humped into her, expecting the warm feeling of mushy walls hugging my member. What I didn’t expect was the feeling of my two puffy lips ramming into Pinkie’s sopping mound.

If I could have moved without getting out of this position, I would have given myself a facehoof. Oh yeah, I don’t have a dick anymore... It felt strange to be thinking that, but to be honest the whole situation was incredibly bizarre. I mean, I had lived my entire life as a male, and here I was, shoving my invisible penis into my marefriend. For some reason, the thought of phantom limb syndrome being a factor crossed my mind.

Before I could give it any more thought, I felt something incredibly... weird? No, it wasn’t weird. Tingly? Yeah, a little bit. Pleasurable? Oh yeah, that’s the one I was looking for.

A million little nerve endings were combining in a chorus of cheers at the amazing sensation that was rubbing against them. It didn’t take long for me to realize that Pinkie had started to rub her slit against mine after my failed attempt to penetrate her. She was moaning pretty loudly, but me... oh god, I must have been practically screaming. So, this is what guys were missing out on? How fair is that?

Even without a stallion’s prize in the mix, we were both deep within the grasp of carnal pleasure, practically forcing us to gyrate our hips into each other, kissing in a whole new way. My loins were sending the strangest sensations I had ever felt. I couldn’t tell if I hated it, or if I wanted to do it all day. All I knew was that it was impossible for me to stop.

I could feel the flow of fluid from my newly acquired opening oozing out onto and probably into Pinkie. The very top of my slit was sending some pretty pleasant signals as well. I let out a low moan every time it rubbed against Pinkie’s love button; an odd, but extremely pleasurable experience as well.

And that’s when I felt it. The muscles in my tunnel contracting and gripping something that just wasn’t there. My loins itched and ached, begging for just a few more seconds of movement before they were thrown off a cliff of ecstacy. The pressure built and built, until finally I-

“Hey, what are you two doing in there!” I let out an uncharacteristically feminine ‘EEEK’, before practically jumping off of Pinkie and into the air. Pinkie got up as well, swiftly returning to the whisking of her cupcake batter. She seemed to whistle a tune in some sort of attempt to disguise what she was doing.

The door to the shop opened up and Mr. Cake walked in, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Pinkie, where are those cupcakes? The guests have been waiting for ten minutes, and they don’t look too pleased.” I stood near the center of the room, my heart still racing from nearly being caught in the lewd act. He stared at me and then his eyes slowly moved south...

He smiled at me. “Miss, if you, um, need any help with something, I’d be more than willing to help you satisfy any... urges.”

My mouth swung open. Oh my god, Pinkie’s boss is coming onto me. I shivered at the thought of him and me... ugh, never mind. I mustered up what little confidence I had and replied.

“That’s perfectly alright! I’ll be just fine, thank you very much.” I uncomfortably shifted my hooves, splashing in the large puddle of mare cum that I suddenly realized was steadily growing from my dripping slit. I have really red fur, but I bet you could still see my face blush from embarrassment.

He smirked at me. “Alright, but in case you change your mind... I’ll be upstairs.” He flipped around to face the door, but not before giving me a full view of his throbbing member and testicles. His tail raised up and they bobbed back and forth. He looked at me and gave a subtle wink before trotting back through the door.

“...Christ...” I turned back to Pinkie who somehow managed to giggle at me while putting a pan into the oven. “What’s so funny?”

Pinkie snorted. “Oh, nothing, hehe. I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually.”

“What?” I looked at her, but all she did was chuckle at me for my ignorance. I shrugged it off. “Whatever, now can we get back to our little... activity?” I asked, feeling my new organ begin to spasm and ache for any sort of attention. It was all I could do not to try rubbing it raw right there on the spot.

My hopeful smile turned into a frown after I saw her big, poofy mane shake back and forth. “No can do! I’ve got to get back to work before I get in trouble with Mrs. Cake. Sorry!”

“Aww, really? But I was so close! If we could just go a little bit longer I think I could...” I edged closer to the mare who was busy at the counter. It seemed as though my slit wasn’t the only one who was crying in agony. A steady drip of marecum fell off of her engorged clit every few seconds, looking tastier by the second.

My mouth was inches away from what I was sure was the most delicious treat a stallion could ever eat; probably tastier than the cupcakes the mare was making with her hooves. I moved in closer, my tongue out, ready to lap at her sex. I closed my eyes, leaned in, and gave a lick...

My tongue met air. Huh? I opened my eyes to see a set of glaring blue eyes. “Ack!” I shouted, falling onto my haunches.

“No, Brian. Not right now! I’ve got to finish this order!” Briskly, she trotted away and into the pantry, retrieving a few spices and a few ingredients I couldn't identify.

I stood back up. “Come on, I know you’re just as horny as I am! Why don’t we just do a little rubbin’, and then you can get back to work?” I begged her to finish the job, but she only shook her head. I thought for a moment. It was obvious that I wasn’t getting any right now... but maybe we could do something else. “What about later tonight?” I asked, the sound of hope in my voice.

Pinkie stopped her baking and looked at the ceiling with a hoof resting underneath her chin. “Hmmm... Well, I was going to throw Gummy a pre-birthday party, but...”

“How about we do something? Just me and you.”

“I dunno,” she said, flicking her tail into my muzzle. “What did you have in mind?” Pinkie was a tease, that’s for sure. I felt my loins yearn for her touch.

“Well, how about we go out to dinner? I’m sure there’s a nice restaurant I can take you to. Maybe we can go out, see where things lead us...” I smiled at her warmly.

“Well... okay! I’d love to go to dinner with you, Brian. Is after 7 okay? I don’t get off until then.”

I beamed at her. “Of course! 7 is perfect. I’ll be around by then to pick you up.”

“Great, I can’t wait,” she said happily. “Oh, and Brian...”

“Yeah, Pinkie?” I asked.

Her expression shifted to one of inquisition. “You’re not a mare permanently, right?”

I was a bit caught off guard by the question, but nevertheless, I answered with gusto. “Of course not!” How could I forget to tell her what happened. I facehoofed. “Yeah, sorry. When Twilight brought me back, something happened with the spell, and it changed me. Twilight said that it should be a few days, but she can change me back. I guess I sorta forgot I was here to explain what happened in the first place.” I gave a half-hearted chuckle.

A look of relief passed over her face. “Oh, that’s fantastic! I was starting to worry that I was never going to see that beautiful cock of yours again.” She licked her lips, and I shivered from her seduction. The fact that Pinkie never so much as swore made the experience all the more erotic. To hear her talk about my stallionhood in such a blunt manner made me randy beyond belief, and the new waterfall under my tail made that ever so clear.

“I love you, Pinkie.” I said.

My eyes grew wide and my mouth clamped shut. Oh shit, oh shit. What did I just say!? The words were already out of my mouth, and I regretted it profusely. The pink mare in front of me stared at me, her face expressionless.

Time to perform damage control. “I-I, umm... I didn’t... I-”

Thankfully, I was silenced by a pair of lips flinging themselves on top of mine, kissing my muzzle until I managed to kiss her back.

She broke away. “I love you too, Brian.”

I was speechless. My heart fluttered, and my body felt like it was going to collapse. I stared at her, starstruck while she just giggled and returned to her work. “I-I think I should get out of your hair.” I stuttered.

“Okey-dokey-lokey, sweetie! I’ll see you later tonight.” I smiled at the back of her head and departed through the kitchen. Stepping through our puddle of juices, I decided that it would probably be good if I cleaned up a little. I don’t think the Cakes wanted their kitchen smelling like vaginal fluids and sex.

A quick swab of the floor with a nearby rag, and I trotted out of the kitchen and into the shop. Thankfully, Mr. Cake was probably still upstairs because I didn’t see him anywhere. Scuttling out of the front door, I found myself once again in the presence of a happy pony marketplace. The sun shined brightly in the sky, and the a family of birds chirped in the distance.

I took in a deep breath, savoring the feeling that I was back. I was back, and I was here to stay. I was back to the place where I belonged, I had a marefriend, and we’re going on a...

I stopped and facehoofed. I had a date. Dates aren’t free... and I had no money.

I immediately thought of all the ways I could get a couple bits. To be honest, I didn’t need any money during my first visit in Ponyville because I was only going to be here for a few days. That being said, the only place that would probably still hire an unskilled earth pony with only a few days experience with hooves, would be a certain apple farm on the outskirts of town.

My mind flashed back to the applebucking I had to do just to get enough money to enjoy a pleasant evening with those twins at the spa... and that reward Applejack gave me for a hard day’s work wasn’t bad at all. Suddenly, I realized that the little fling we shared ended with a very happy ending; one in which I took the liberty of shooting my cum straight into her accepting womb.

She could be pregnant...

I tried to think of what I could do to avoid the situation altogether. Getting a job somewhere else, borrowing some bits from Twilight, and even avoiding the orange mare completely.

But I knew I couldn’t. No matter how much I wanted to just drop the whole situation and run, something kept dragging me back to the farm. It was my foal, and it deserved to have a father. I couldn’t just let some mare I slept with raise the product of me being a greedy lover. For god’s sake, I could’ve at least used a condom.

I began my trot towards Sweet Apple Acres, half regretting my action but also proud that I could face it head on. I was already going to be a father anyway; what does one more foal mean in the long run? I could... get another job or something.

Besides, maybe Applejack could show me a little bit of that southern hospitality and satisfy a certain itch that needed taking care of.

Author's Note

Hope you're enjoying the story so far, cause I sure as hell love writing it. Thanks for all of the faves and upvotes, I really appreciate all of the attention this story got, and you can expect another update pretty soon. :)